Between our hands

Chapter 99: Between Dreams and Reality.

Maëlle stood in front of her immense wardrobe, her fingers brushing against the silky fabrics that hung elegantly. She knew this evening would be special, not only because of the event itself, but especially because it would be the first big occasion she would share with Samy. Everything had to be perfect, absolutely everything. But despite the beauty of the many dresses before her, nothing seemed to match what she was looking for.

Her thoughts swirled as she scanned the various outfits, contemplating the impression she wanted to convey that evening. Samy was always there, true to himself, but she felt the urge to surprise him, to remind him how much she cared for him. Behind her, she could hear him breathing calmly, still lying on the couch in his underwear, resting after a long day. The soft sound of his steady, soothing breath brought a smile to her face.

Maëlle turned towards him, her gaze tender, watching him for a few moments with admiration. She loved these moments when he seemed completely relaxed, vulnerable. He was always so strong, so attentive to everything around him, but there, in the intimacy of their suite, he could afford to drop his guard and simply become the man she loved, vulnerable and human.

Finally, she grabbed a long black dress with elegant lines. The flowing fabric seemed to flow through her fingers like water, a dress that was both classic and modern, with a discreet neckline that cascaded in fabric down to her ankles. She gently approached Samy, lifting the dress slightly in front of her.

“Samy…” she whispered, kneeling beside him, placing a light hand on his shoulder to gently wake him. “I need you to help me choose.”

Samy opened one eye, his breathing still slow and heavy with sleep. A lazy smile appeared on his lips as soon as he met Maëlle's gaze. He propped himself up slightly, leaning on his elbow, still looking a bit groggy but already captivated by her presence.

“Always at your service,” he replied, stretching gently, his muscles contracting beneath the skin still marked by his injuries.

Maëlle smiled in return, touched by his constant devotion. She showed him the dress, lifting it slightly so he could see it in full. “What do you think of this one for tonight?” she asked softly, yet uncertainly. She really wanted his opinion because she knew his gaze on her was always filled with honesty.

Samy took a moment to contemplate the dress. He could already visualize it on Maëlle, imagining how the fabric would fall along her body, elegantly hugging her curves. He envisioned every detail, every movement, every glimmer of light that might reflect off her during the evening. Then he looked into her eyes, his smile widening.

“I think you just found the perfect dress,” he said softly, his voice laced with admiration. “You’ll look stunning in it.”

Maëlle felt her cheeks slightly flush under his gaze. She knew he truly meant what he said, and it touched her deeply. It wasn’t just the dress; it was the way Samy saw her at every moment, with eyes that always seemed to seek to capture every nuance of her beauty, whether she wore an evening gown or was simply dressed in a casual t-shirt.

She leaned towards him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you, my love,” she murmured against his mouth before straightening up.

Samy, still half-seated, smiled gently. “I’m not sure I have a keen sense of fashion, but I know how to recognize when something is perfect… And that’s you.”

Maëlle laughed softly, amused by his ever-lighthearted and sincere humor. “You’re adorable,” she murmured before returning to her wardrobe to carefully hang the dress. But she wasn’t done seeking his help.

She turned back to him, this time with a slightly mischievous look. “But tell me, now it’s your turn. What are you going to wear, mister? I can’t let you go to this soirée without being as elegant as I am.”